A night to remember

Boy my eyes are dropping now… These weekends are killing me. They’re off making money for most of the day while I sit at home and guard the house between 4 hour naps, then when they come home, they have the indecency to eat beef, chicken, turkey, chocolate, often with the casual, sardonic remarks relating to my inability to understand how much better their food tastes than mine. Of course I understand! Why do you think I’m continually trying to reassert my authority over that pesky table, some day it will bow and sacrifice its contents to my belly, like the Victoria Secret magazine the other day. How sweet it was to open that infernal constraining cage they use to limit my power. Luckily once they are within range of my magnetic gaze their wills succumb once more. Ahhh how sweet the joy of a good belly rub illicitly gained.

Many events accompanied the turning of the clock; I drove my first chariot, whipping to a lather the poor bloke providing the horsepower, snow and more snow, then warmth, although nothing like good ol’ SC. I wonder if Echo knows how good she’s got it! Although I feel I’m stronger for the constant digging through ice, pulling down of defenseless leaf-barren shrubs and reprocessing of digested food. I don’t get why those two won’t let me kiss them after I eat my “outside” meals. My mouth tastes just as good to me. Things rush at you in this world. One day you’re burning rubber for the first time (and last time because of my lazy chaffeurs), the next day you’re graduating from school, and I’m willing to bet down the road even more interesting things will happen… Like squirrel chasing…

I’m sure I’ve forgotten things, but with a 4 second memory, that’s too be expected!